"This is Zixin's masterpiece?" Cheng Chuliang was stunned for a moment after listening to the little girl's poem, and shouted: "Okay! Good poetry! What a poem! ”

Okay, good for your size, do you know poetry? Wang Xiang looked at Cheng Chuliang's pretentious appearance with contempt in his heart, forget it, he is not like a rough person.

"The young master is not good, the young master is not good!"

"Young master, I'm very good." Looking at Laifu who broke in in a panic, Wang Xiang glanced at him angrily.

"No, Miss Ningxiang sent someone to deliver a letter......

"Miss Ning Xiang sent someone to deliver a letter? Aren't you attracted by my talent and want to invite me to be her guest at the scene? Where is the faith? ”

"That's really congratulations to Zixin."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Wang Xiang looked modest, looking at Cheng Chuliang's envious expression, not to mention how cool it was.

Seeing that he was misunderstood, Laifu wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, shrunk his head and whispered: "Miss Ning Xiang sent someone to send a message, saying ......"

"Say what?" The little girl on the side asked curiously.

Forget it, anyway, I want to say it, Laifu stretched his neck and gritted his teeth with a generous and righteous look: "Miss Ning Xiang sent someone to send a message saying that she didn't want the young master to participate in the Jinguang Lake Poetry Meeting in three days. ”

Burst!

Cheng Chuliang's face turned red, if he hadn't taken into account Wang Xiang's mood, he would have laughed out loud.

Seeing that Wang Xiang's face was not good, Laifu and Xiaoya both bowed their heads and remained silent.

After a while, Wang Xiang relieved his breath, and said angrily: "Laifu, go and tell the messenger that I Wang Xiang will go to the Jinguang Lake Poetry Meeting in three days, and I will also make the guests who enter the curtain with incense!" ”

He is no longer the previous Wang Xinzi, he doesn't care very much about the first name of the poetry club or the guest who enters the curtain of Ning Xiang, and he originally didn't plan to participate in the Jinguang Lake Poetry Club three days later, but now that others are humiliated, he can't swallow this breath no matter what.

Although the previous prince didn't learn anything, but after he was also a marquis, what was that Ning Xiang? To put it nicely, he is the top Qing official of Yicuilou, and he really thinks that he can ride to the head of the world's talents, not to mention that Wang Zixin is not an ordinary talent, he is a famous gentleman in Chang'an City.

"Zixin is going to participate in the Jinguang Lake Poetry Meeting in three days?" Cheng Chuliang seems to be very interested in the poetry club.

"Go, if you don't go, others still think that my Wang Xinzi is afraid!"

Three days later, the news that Wang Zixin was going to participate in the Jinguang Lake Poetry Club soon spread throughout Chang'an, and the counting poems he made became a big joke in Chang'an City, and even the old men selling tea on the street used these counting poems to amuse the guests.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, hahaha, this is also a poem, and a three-year-old child can compose a poem." A scholar shook his head and laughed as he walked.

"But no, that Wang Zixin actually said that he wanted to win the first place in the poetry club, I think eighty percent is not enough for the lesson last time." Someone immediately agreed, and it seemed that Wang Xinzi's counting poems could bring out his own extraordinary talent.

"Hahaha, it looks like there will be another show in three days."

……

Xiaoya followed Steward Wang out to purchase the things needed in the house, and when she heard someone say bad things about her young master, she was immediately unhappy, and stopped the two who were laughing and said angrily: "How can you say bad things about people behind your back!" ”

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then saw that the little girl's dress did not look like an ordinary maid, and hurriedly laughed: "The two of us are admiring the popular counting poems in Chang'an, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, what a good poem." ”

Xiaoya couldn't hear the sarcasm in their words, pursed her lips and said disdainfully: "My young master said that the talents of Chang'an City are in vain, and they don't understand poetry at all, I don't know if there are the last two sentences of this Yongxue poem." ”

"The last two sentences? What is it? The two couldn't help but ask.

"Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the reeds are always gone."

These two are also readers, so they can naturally distinguish the good and bad of the poems, and the prince's new counting poems and the last two lines of the poems chanted by the little girl suddenly make people feel like the peaks and loops are turning around. Savor it carefully, this last sentence is the finishing touch, with the power to turn decay into magic, the artistic conception of the snow falling into the reeds and disappearing vividly and vividly, the person who can make these last two lines of poetry is absolutely extraordinary. The two looked at each other and saw surprise and admiration in each other's eyes, and when they looked at Xiaoya again, their tone became respectful: "I don't know which young master the girl is talking about?" ”

"Prince New!"

Xiaoya dropped three words and turned away with her head tilted like a proud peacock, secretly proud in her heart: The young master is still powerful, and the two of them must have been shocked by the young master's poems.

Wang Xinzi is not unlearned, the prince's new poem is not a counting poem but a snow poem, and the prince's new poem has the last two sentences......

The new news spread in Chang'an City with the last two sentences of Yongxue poem, but all this has nothing to do with Wang Xiang, his body finally recovered after resting in bed for most of the day, and he is now exchanging cooking experience with Aunt Lin.

"Aunt Lin, do we usually eat these in our house?"

Looking at the few dishes on the table, Wang Xiang's mood was complicated, which was not far from what he imagined.

"Young master, last year, when the tenants on the village in the big cold harvest were not good, you exempted them from rent, last month the young master of the Sun family took the fifth concubine and the young master said that friends should not be stingy with the concubine, so he followed three hundred taels of silver, a few days ago, the guy from Yicui Building came to the house with a note written by the young master to collect two hundred taels of silver, and the young master went to participate in the Jinguang Lake Poetry Club the day before yesterday and brought three hundred taels of silver......

Aunt Lin was wordy for a long time, but it was actually four words: there is no money in the house!

"The young master usually doesn't eat in the house." Aunt Lin whispered again.

That's it, Wang Xiang also knew what kind of virtue the previous owner of this body was, and casually tasted the roasted chicken legs, which were charred on the outside and tender on the inside, Aunt Lin's craftsmanship was still good, but how could it be light and tasteless! There are several other dishes, except for roasting is boiled, or braised vegetables, stewed soup, there is no stir-fry, and there are no other vegetarian dishes except a plate of salted cabbage, grilled chicken thighs, boiled chicken breast, boiled eggs, braised chicken feet, stewed chicken soup...... This is all a chicken feast, and it is not easy for one chicken to make so many dishes.

"Aunt Lin, why don't you even have a vegetarian dish."

Hearing Wang Xiang's complaint, Aunt Lin hurriedly explained: "The cold winter has just passed, and there were a few heavy snowfalls two days ago, and the vegetables in the field can't grow, and this salted cabbage is still left over from last year, and the young master will have to wait for two or three months if he wants to eat fresh vegetables." ”

Yes, it is now the Tang Dynasty, there is no greenhouse, and it is really not easy to eat fresh vegetables in winter, even if the emperor wants to eat vegetables, most of them are saved last year.

Wang Xiang began to miss the boxed lunch of ten yuan in the past, at least it tasted delicious, which was like the tasteless food now.

If only the food in my warehouse was still there, there were a lot of good things in it......

Originally, it was just a casual thought, but it turned out to frighten Wang Xiang, and a familiar space suddenly appeared in front of him, which was the basement warehouse he used to store food and daily necessities before, and many of the things in it were stacked neatly.

looked up at Aunt Lin who was standing aside, but she didn't react at all.

Is this the only one I can see?

"Aunt Lin, you go down first." Wang Xiang restrained the excitement in his heart and said lightly.

"Then the young master uses it slowly."

"Hmm."

As soon as Aunt Lin went out, Wang Xiang couldn't wait to enter the warehouse, although the warehouse also passed through this matter is a little difficult to understand, but for Wang Xiang this is a great thing, after coming to the Tang Dynasty, he has always been worried about this world, this is Zhenguan is good, but at the same time, it is also a feudal society where the Son of Heaven is angry and ambushes millions of corpses, except for a dead marquis father and a soul from the future, he really doesn't know what else to rely on.

Now with this warehouse, he finally has the confidence to gain a foothold in Datang.

I hadn't eaten since I crossed over, and I was hungry at this time, so it was imperative to prepare a hearty meal first.

……

"Mother, mother!"

In the back garden of the palace, Li Zhi just finished today's homework and couldn't wait to run to the palace of Empress Changsun.

"Why is Zhi'er so happy?" Seeing the excited Empress Li Zhi's eldest grandson, her mood was also much better, and she touched Li Zhi's head and said, "How did you complete your homework today?" ”

"Master praised Zhi'er today."

"Zhi'er is amazing."

Li Zhi scratched his head embarrassedly, and then said excitedly: "Queen Mother, do you remember the counting poems I told you?" ”

"What kind of counting poems, let's also let my father listen to them."

Seeing Li Shimin stepping in, Empress Changsun was about to get up, Li Shimin hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Guanyin, is your body better?" ”

Empress Eldest Sun smiled softly and said softly: "Zhi'er comes over to tell me some interesting things every day, and when I am in a good mood, my body feels more comfortable." ”

"Oh? What interesting story did Zhi'er tell, is it the counting poem just mentioned? Li Shimin saw that Empress Eldest Sun's complexion had improved slightly, so he smiled and asked Li Zhi.

Li Zhi was still a little in awe of this majestic father, naturally not as comfortable as facing the eldest grandson, and now respectfully told the Jinguang Lake poetry meeting, and when it came to the prince's new counting poems, he was still inevitably excited.

"Prince new?" Li Shimin remembered his identity after a little recollection, and said with emotion: "Wang Bing is also a fierce general, and he saved Lao Cheng's life when he fought the world with me, but he didn't expect the only heir to be so unlearned. ”

"Father, it's really not that the prince is unlearned."

"Isn't it unlearned to be able to compose a poem like this?" Li Shimin thought that Li Zhi was helping Wang Xiang defend himself, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Empress Eldest Sun was also puzzled.

Li Zhishen said mysteriously: "I also just learned that the prince's new work is actually Yongxue poem, and there are two last sentences in this poem. ”

"The last two sentences? If the first two lines of the poem are written like this, what can the last two lines change? ”

Li Zhi didn't say much, but said lightly: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the reeds and never seeing them." ”